Kim Potential…

Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.

Disclaimer: No infringement intended.

Part XIII…

"Ok, now…Take your position. Kimberly?!"

"Yeah?" Whoa! A sulky Potential blowing on nails jumped as a plasma bolt slammed into the gym weight rack just behind her…Instantly leaving nothing but two melted metal stumps on the floor support and two hundred pound dumbbell weights crashed to each side.

"I said…" Shego said quietly…Yet firmly enough to earn a slight dousing of the bored pose Potential had tried to resume… "Take your position and we'll start. Thank you."

Potential nervously moving to the spot on the gym floor Shego had indicated. But attempting to resume pose, brushing hair back languidly.

"Hey!" she jumped as a plasma bolt struck the floor between her legs. "No fair, EStepM…You didn't say we were starting…"

"Hello? We're Evil. We don't give warnings to our foes, Kimberly." Shego shook her head. "Now take up…What?"

"You're trying to kill me…You hate me!" Potential had run inbetween two of the henchthugs…Walter and Barclay…Assigned to help set up the gym for the practice. "Don't let her kill me! Daddy wouldn't like it! Kill her!"

"Kimberly…" Shego sighed…

Knew she was afraid of my bolts…At that bank heist she jumped a mile when I had to burn the vault door open.

"Guys! Who's Dad's new superweapon to destroy Kim Possible?! Don't let her hurt me!"

Yeah...Some superweapon...Shego frowned.

"Kimberly…Come out…I'm not going to kill you. Yet."

Though God knows…

And I know you still hope to do me in…First chance you get.

"You're lyin'…I remember from my goodsie twin…You lie!"

Hey…

"I never lied to Kim Possible." Frown. "When did she think I lied?"

"Uh…I dunno…But you lie." Potential insisted. "She lies, guys. Kill her!"

Yeah, right…Like these two could…Shego grinned at the two nervous henchthugs.

"Kim, you're scaring Walter and Barclay cause they're thinking I might get mad and kill them. I want you to settle down, come out, take a good position, and let me see how much you've retained from your original."

"No…This is stupid. I'm Kim Possible's clone. I don't need any training from some loser foe I beat every other day and twice on Sundays."

"You never beat me twice on a Sunday." Shego frowned.

"Eh…" Potential shrugged.

"Kimberly…Your dad wanted you to train. You heard him at breakfast."

Ohhhh…

"Fine. But you can't touch…JESUS!" she shrieked as the latest bolt came within two inches of her face.

"So the Possibles are Christian? I didn't know that." Shego asked, politely…With leer.

"Don't move, Walter. Please?" Potential, now back hidden between Walter and Barclay.

"Yeah, don't, Walter…This takes careful aim and I wouldn't want to deprive us of your magnificent villainous cackle …" Shego beamed.

"I'm gonna tell Daddy you're scarin' me! Dad! Dadddddyyyy!"

"Soundproofing in the walls, kiddo. By the way, thanks for helping us find such a first-rate layer with such a well-equipped gym. Now look, Kimmy…" sigh.

"If I wanted to kill you, would I hesitate to blast Walter and Barclay outta the way? Well, Barclay at least?"

"Well…" Potential considered… "No…I guess…"

"And isn't it in my best interests to help you defeat Possible and secure our final victory? Knowing I could always kill you later….?"

"Yeeeaah…I guess…" Potential nodded, slowly.

"Good then…Shall we?"

Potential eyed the henchthugs covering her. Walter offering a kindly nod…Go on, Kimmy.

"Ok…But if you try and plasma me in the back…"

"Just keep your eyes and ears open…Access those Possible battle moves…And you shouldn't have to fret about that."

"Why do I have to do this?" she came out carefully from behind Walter. "After we cickle Possible, I take her place and begin my slow descent to First floor, corruption, next stop, Evil…What's the need for all this fighting? It's gonna ruin my hair."

"You're gonna have to fight me a little while you're still supposedly somewhat 'good'…We'll need to make it convincing. Plus who knows if any other murderous…And clueless…Foes might turn up while you're consolidating our grip of terror and Evil…"

"Huh?" Potential perked up. "Other…What…Foes?"

"M-u-r-d-e-r-o-u-s…As in, they want a piece of Kimmy sugar pie."

Heh, heh, heh…Aww, Mo…Stepmom…Evil Stepmom…Chuckle…

Foom!...

"Hey!"

"That's to remind you to keep on your toes…Nicely dodged, by the way. Now, hold still…"

"Why?" puzzled.

"So I can blast you, idiot! Kimberly, wake up and remember you're in a fight to the death with your arch foe!"

Middleton High, 8:15…

"So…You're sure it was deliberate." Kim eyed her communicator screen, Wade on screen nodding.

"Oh, yeah. There's no way to jam our frequency unless you deliberately aim for it…And know what it is. Someone figured it out or somehow got it and was jamming us every now and then last night. Maybe even monitoring our conversations as well…Though they'd need to break my encryption and no one could do that without my codes."

"But you've changed the frequency, right?"

"And put in a new encryption, just in case…We should be good.."

"Drakken's really improving these days…If it is him."

"Kim?" Ron's voice… "Why'd you stand me up last night? I couldn't reach you. Hey, Wade…'cuse me, tuba coming through…" he dodged several students, maneuvering his tuba rather deftly.

"What? Ron, I didn't stand you up…I went home after my sweep just like I said. Wade says our signals were being jammed last night." She frowned.

"But you told me to go check up the hill on Mountain View…And that you'd wait…Why didn't you wait?" mournful blow on tuba…

"I didn't…What do you mean, check up Mountain View…When did I tell you to go up Mountain View? Wait. Did I call you and tell you that?"

"No…You distinctly told me, in person…You say you'd had a tip from some guy who'd seen the van involved in the robberies in the capitol. At least one of the same shape…With big guys driving it…Of which there was no sign, I might add." Another mournful blow on tuba…Rufus emerging from pocket pouch with sad look.

Oh…Sad music…

"I never told you that…" Kim frowned.

"Are you sure you saw Kim in person?" Wade asked from Kim's screen.

"Absolutely…And I have the sore legs from pedaling all the way up Mountain View to prove it."

"Well, then…Someone was impersonating Kim, obviously." Wade noted.

"One of Drakken's synthoclones?" Kim looked at Wade's face on screen.

"Or he has some new way of disguising his people…"

"You mean that was Shego, maybe?" Ron asked.

"Or even Drakken…" Wade noted. "Of course, it could even have been Camille Leon...But it doesn't really sound like her style to grab DNA sequencers and such. Unless she's working with Drakken or someone else."

"Hey, Possible!"

Sigh…Kim, Ron turning…Wade from screen, peering…

"Yeah, Bonnie?"

"How are those routines coming? We only have a few days to the semis, you know."

"Yeah...I'm on it."

"Priorities, Possible…You have responsibilities to me and all the little people round here…Like this creepy little idiot…" Bonnie pointed to Ron.

"Thanks." Ron noted.

"We deserve that trophy, Possible. And it's your job to make it happen. Shape up…Or ship off."

"Out." Ron corrected.

Bonnie staring…Eyeing him, then Kim. "Did this geek just tell me to get out?"

"No…Bonnie…" Kim sighed. "He was just correcting you. It's 'ship out', not off."

"Oh. Well…Mind your own geeky business, loser." Bonnie frowned at Ron, heading off, nose in air.

"Nice of her to acknowledge my existence…" he noted.

"A red-letter day in your relationship." Wade agreed. "Now, as to what's up…I'm trying to see if the theft of that high-tech freezer unit from the military the other night ties in with the biotech thefts and if there have been any other similar thefts…So far, no. But…"

"I like the 'buts'…" Ron nodded. "Lets see more…Get it? See more buts?"

"Hee, hee…" Rufus chuckled.

"Yeah. Wade?" Kim eyed him.

"There have been some purchases of reagents related to the freezer unit very recently…And some reagents that could be related to the bioreactor unit."

"By…?"

"Persons unknown, on the Net. But delivery was made to various warehouses in Middleton."

"Ok…Where?"

"All over Middleton, I'm afraid. Whoever's been buying supplies, they were careful to disperse their purchases."

"But you do have some addresses for us to check?" Kim urged.

"I do."

"Great. Lets have the list, we'll try and check the closest this afternoon."

"Here you go…" Printout began…

"Can we get a closer look?" Drakken looked over to the henchthug, Sally, manning the drone controls for surveillance drone #36. "Try zooming in?"

The image on the huge dining room screen closed in on Kim and Ron and the tuba.

"Hmmn…What is the buffoon up to now? Tuba?" Drakken eyed the tuba. "That's an interesting choice…Difficult instrument to master. I wonder if he's any good. Stanley?" he turned to the henchthug to his right. "Are you sure the frequency on the Kimmunicator's been changed?"

"Afraid so, boss." Nod.

"Well, to be expected. That little fellow Wade is the only one of them really on the ball scientifically. Can anyone read lips?" Drakken called out, looking at the henchthugs busily cleaning up the breakfast meal. "Anyone? Stanley, didn't we have a deaf person? I know we made an effort to recruit among the disabled last hiring…What about that nice fellow, Richard?"

"Blind, boss. He's working in the lab."

"Oh, right. How insensitive of me to forget…Glad I checked…I'd hate to have him be called up here and think he was our token disabled person or something. Thank you, Stan."

"No problem, Doc. Say, I think George has a deaf sister. He might lip read. He's cleaning down below."

"Great. Lets get him up here. And keep scanning for the new frequency…We can't be too far off, even with the change, thanks to our Kimberly. "

"Check, boss." Stanley nodded.

"They're looking at a list…Can we go closer? Good…Ah…Yes. Very good, Wade. A list of the warehouses we've had deliveries to. Excellent." Beam. "Just as I expected…Very methodical. And predictable." He looked round.

"Walter's in the gym, boss." Stanley, anticipating his request.

"Oh…Well…I suppose I should try to exercise it a little…Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah!"

"Great, boss." Stanley nodded…Several henchthugs passing by raising thumbs in agreement.

"You'll be back in form in no time."

"You're flinching again, Kimberly!" Shego frowned… "Don't flinch!"

"I can't help it! Those things burn! I remember!" Potential glared.

God…Shego sighed. Afraid of the dark, afraid of my bolts…This is our superweapon?

"Kimberly. You've fought me many times."

"And kicked your ass…" Potential sneered.

"Then act like it! Come on, get it in gear, Kim Possible II!" she raced at the girl who tried a cool pose and suddenly panicked, fleeing to the rear of the room. Shego pulling up short.

Great.

"Ok…" Shego sighed. "Lets take five. Come here, honey."

"I'm doing my best…" Potential, looking a bit teary. "I'm only five days old."

"Ok. Don't worry. We'll get it. Just remember who you are cloned from…And how many supervillains you've defeated."

"I only beat Dad cause of my friends…Lots of times." Potential insisted, loyally. "She cheated."

"And you have it in you to cheat even better." Shego noted, encouragingly. "You want Daddy and Stepmommie to be proud of you, right?"

"Well…I want Daddy to be proud of me." Potential nodded. "You, eh? Who cares."

"Right." Slightly disappointed sigh.

Well, it's the way she is…The way we agreed to make her.

Still…Would be nice if…

Well, lets focus…

"Well, Daddy will never be proud of a little coward who's afraid of a little plasma burn…" Shego insisted. "He won't love a Kimmy who can't put it on the line for him…And you sure can't…"

"What?!"

"I think I better call him and tell him he's failed again…No fault of his own but just a lousy cloning job…"

"What?! You green crap-throwin' freak!" Potential, furious…Rushing at her…

"Good, good! Let your hate flow!" Shego nodded.

Hmmn…I better…Whoa! She went sprawling at Potential's slam…

Grrrrrr….Ahhha…Potential hurled herself at Shego again…Dodging plasma bolt…

"That's it! Good Evil girl! That's my Kim Possible, Evil."

"Potential! Kim Potential Drakken!" Potential cried. "And you don't hafta remember that name cause I'm gonna burn it into your butt, Shego!"

"Watch the language, Kimberly…Kim never talks like that…But that's it. Use your hate and your desire to please your dad to overcome your fear. Just as Kim Possible uses her goodness and her sense of duty…To overcome…" Shego paused.

Hmmn…?

Kim? Afraid? Of me? All this time…Kim Possible has been secretly afraid of me?

"Kimberly?"

Grrrrrrrhhhhhh…Potential charged again as Drakken entered the gym, staring.

Wham! Shego going flying back toward the wall…

"Hey, dad!" Potential waved. "Look at me creamin' EStepM…I…"

Whoa! She slammed back into the opposite wall under Shego's vicious blow.

"Don't get cocky!" Shego, standing before her stunned form.

"You ok, honey?" she eyed her…

"You broke my nail!…" Potential glared.

"Everything all right, girls?" Drakken came forward…